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Crikey it gets busy out here.  I didn't quite expect such a large crowd of grey nomads on their grand inland tour, hell bent on avoiding the southern winter.  I reckon 40+ caravans pulled in at night and moved on the next morning.

The apostle birds are busy little birds too.

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  1. MarkAugust 12, 2012 at 11:52 AM

    Nice metaphor Joan.

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  2. Rae WalterAugust 12, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    Like this one Joan. And do keep me informed of your plans for WA. My email is raewalter@hotmail.com.

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  3. diane bAugust 12, 2012 at 7:34 PM

    I saw an article on Winton on TV. They have been swamped by grey nomads and others. I hope you get a camping spot without trouble. I saw those birds in South Australia.

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  4. WinamAugust 13, 2012 at 11:27 AM

    It was busy up north too, particularly because it was the Queensland school holidays at the time. There were caravans and campers at every roadside stop.

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